The advent of Sri Aurobindo & The Mother was like a 'Breath of Grace' on earth. The recollections of sadhaks provide a rare & intimate view of that golden era.
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(On receiving a pot of pickles from the Mother)
Q: You overwhelm me with your love, dear Mother. I do not deserve one iota of the kindness you show to me, but then what shall I say to you, you whose very nature is an overwhelming divine love? Your love itself is a priceless gift. Why then these other gifts?
THE MOTHER: There is a great joy in giving; there is a still greater joy in pleasing those we love … and when you will eat the pickles you may remember me and think, 'Mother loves me'…
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